Full Disclosure (A Nice Guys Novel Book 2)

by Kindle Alexander

  “No, hang on.” Mitch replied, and Cody could hear the screech of the car tires in the background.

  “What the hell? Are you trying to kill us?” Kreed shouted.

  “Shut up,” Mitch grumbled and Cody heard the car door slam. “Okay, we’re alone now.”

  “What did you do?” Cody asked, completely confused.

  “I pulled over and got out. So what are you really doing?” Mitch questioned. It took a second for Cody’s mind to switch in so many different directions.

  “I was thinking about you,” he confessed, feeling a little vulnerable and still worried he shouldn’t have made this call.

  “You’re always on my mind. Are you alone?” Mitch asked, making everything right again in Cody’s world.

  “Yeah.”

  “Are you naked?” Mitch purred. Cody could hear the smile in Mitch’s tone. It made him smile too, and he reached for his cock again.

  “Yeah.” The heat of his blush warmed his cheeks. He’d gone from turned on, to losing the erection, back to so turned on in a matter of two or three minutes, and it all happened with the sound of Mitch’s voice. He gripped himself, moving his fist up and down his swollen shaft.

  “Are you touching yourself? I bet you are. I wish I was there to do that for you.”

  Cody said nothing because he wanted that exact thing so badly right now.

  “I want it to be me touching you, stroking you, Cody. Me tasting you, sucking you till you give up your load. Mmm…damn. Just thinking about you fucking my mouth…” The horn to Mitch’s rental sounded off in the background. Cody heard Mitch curse under his breath. He had been so close, and he was horny as hell. His dick wept with need. Kreed must have rolled down the window because he could hear him shouting at Mitch.

  “Get in the car. I know what you’re doing. You have to be on duty tonight. Phone fuck him later, Mitch. Job before hos.” And Kreed honked the horn again.

  “You need to go.” Cody couldn’t help the disappointment, but he completely understood. He had plenty of images of Mitch in his spank bank, so he’d be just fine.

  “He’s such a pain in the ass,” Mitch growled into the phone. Cody loved that sexy growl Mitch had, and so did his dick.

  “He’s your partner. You’re on a big case. I shouldn’t have called.”

  “No, you always call. Don’t stop calling. I love when you call me. It’s just, I’ve got surveillance tonight, and I’ll be off around six in the morning. Can I call you then?” Mitch sounded hopeful.

  “We’re on the last leg of repairing the fence line. I’m meeting my brothers at five. We need to get it done before I start back to work,” Cody answered. He still gripped himself tightly. He’d finish this when he hung up.

  “Dammit! Then call me when you take a break,” Mitch instructed.

  “You need to sleep sometime, Mitch.”

  “Just call me,” Mitch repeated, and the horn blared again in the background. “Cowboy, I want you to send me a picture of yourself right now. Get that angle from the webcam when you put it on the nightstand or whatever’s by your head. And promise me you’ll keep doing what you’re doing, just make sure it’s me you’re thinking about. It’s my lips on you, my fingers inside you, pleasuring you till you explode. And I expect you to say my name when you come.”

  “I don’t think that’ll be a problem, but I’m not sure about that picture.” Cody continued stroking himself to the sound of Mitch’s voice.

  “I promise to protect it with my life and cut your head out. No one will know,” Mitch whispered softly. “I need to see you like this. I miss us together.”

  Cody rode his fist harder and faster with each word Mitch spoke. The image of Mitch’s mouth on his cock had his balls tingling and drawing up tight against his body.

  “You’re all I can think about anymore…” Cody uttered the words he held so secretly inside his heart as he pumped up into his fist one last time, his body arched as hot thick come splashed on his stomach and chest. “Mitch,” he breathed out on a long moan.

  “God, you’re killing me, Turner, I’m so fucking hard right now. I’m coming there as soon as I can. And you better be ready for me.” Cody didn’t say anything, nor did he immediately clean himself up. He just laid there, his eyes closed, thinking about Mitch’s full lips and those perfect dimples.

  “Fuck it! I really like you a lot. More than a lot,” Mitch whispered his confession.

  “Me too,” Cody sighed. He loved hearing those words from Mitch, especially after what he let out. His body was completely relaxed now, enveloped in a state of bliss.

  “Save it for me, no one else. You’re holding my spot, right?” The horn beeped again.

  “Yeah,” Cody answered quietly.

  “I’m trying, Cody. I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but I’m trying,” Mitch said. His voice sounded a little desperate. Cody had no idea what he was trying for, what Mitch wanted to say.

  “I wanna see you too,” he finally answered.

  “Good, I gotta go kick Kreed’s ass. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, cowboy.” Mitch ended the call.

  Cody still refused to move and laid there silently contemplating everything they’d just said. He’d planned for a little phone sex, not confessions of the heart. He did like Mitch. He liked him a lot. Maybe a little too much. Tomorrow he’d worry about the repercussions of admitting his interest in someone as extraordinary as Mitch Knox.

  Chapter 36

  Days turned into a week as Mitch and the team listened to endless hours of conversation from the coffee shop and the private discussions of the owner. They had read countless pages of computer transcripts and nothing revealed anything they could use. On the latest report, he read through a church sermon DeGeorge attended and to-date that was the biggest thing they had learned about the man. At least on the outside he was a kind, caring godly man. Mitch tossed the report on the desk separating him from Kreed.

  “Your gut’s wrong this time,” Mitch said.

  “No, it’s not. It just proves what we’ve always known. They’re smart and know how to work the system.” Kreed looked over at him and picked up the file.

  “So what now? We follow him to the soup kitchen and church?” Mitch ran a hand through his hair and leaned back in his chair. He was pissed they were getting nowhere and fast.

  “We’re gonna have to,” Kreed countered back. Mitch reached over to his office phone and dialed Connors.

  “Can you come in here?”

  “Sure, hang on,” Connors said on the other end of the line. Mitch hung up the phone and looked back over at Kreed.

  “He’s not gonna go for it.” Mitch stretched his legs out in front of him and brought his fingers together, interlocking them, and rested his chin on his knuckles.

  “Why not?” Kreed questioned, a confused look crossed his face.

  “Budgets.” Mitch shrugged and rapped his knuckles sharply against the desk.

  “Mitch, I’m telling you, if you want the answers, you need to get them from DeGeorge.” Mitch contemplated what Kreed had just said as Connors came inside the room and looked between them.

  “What about undercover? Could we place someone on the inside?” Mitch asked.

  “We got nothing to help us justify spending the money or the manpower on something like that,” Connors said, leaning against the door frame.

  “We’d have to get approval. What do we say? We need more to go on than just a gut feeling.” Connors looked over at Kreed and then back to Mitch. “Look, I’m not supposed to say anything, but the director’s thinking this needs a change. He thinks the case needs fresh eyes.”

  “You haven’t told me that,” Mitch spoke up.

  “Did you not just hear me say I’m not supposed to? Your director’s fighting hard to keep you on the case, but you know how I feel. We’re missing the mark, Knox.”

  “Bullshit,” Kreed spoke up. “I fucking told you the answers are with the coffee shop owner. Infiltrate him and something
will break.”

  “And the Marshals are halving this budget,” Mitch added. “I can get Director Skinner more involved. Make him approve undercover.”

  “Look, rumor has it that we have an undercover agent freeing up. She’ll be reassigned soon. She’s good. She’ll become whatever she needs to become. Let me see if she’s available. They won’t give her to us for long, but she’s good enough to see things quickly.” Connors didn’t wait for their approval, he was just out the door.

  Connors came back about an hour later with a grin on his face. Kreed was on his surveillance shift and Brown was pacing. Both Mitch and Brown stopped what they were doing and narrowed their brows, concentrating on Connors.

  “We get her, starting Monday,” Connors announced and held out his hand for a high-five. He got a round of enthusiastic hand slaps in return.

  “Yes! Awesome! How did you get her?” he asked.

  “I just laid it out there. Even Kreed’s gut feeling, which held weight because he closes most of his cases…” Connors said.

  “You mean all of them. I’ll bet a hundred dollars Kreed’s right on this one too.” Mitch shot back before Connors could finish his sentence.

  “I’ll take you up on your bet, but they agreed with everything. They offered a less seasoned agent, at least less seasoned to me, but I said we would wait. It’s only five days. She’ll work her way in, and we’ll know if we’re barking up the wrong tree pretty quickly,” Connors assured him.

  “When can I meet her?” Mitch asked.

  “Maybe Friday. She’s expected to close her case Thursday.”

  “Excellent news!” Mitch was excited about the new development.

  “I’m calling Kreed.” Mitch dialed Kreed’s number immediately and got voice mail. He left a message, inwardly praying Kreed’s gut was right.

  Chapter 37

  Cody finally nodded at some children who stood across the street. They had been staring at him for at least the last five minutes. He could tell they were on a field trip and every so often he could hear them talking about him as they waited patiently in line to take the tour through the capitol building. Cody had come to learn over the last couple of days he’d been in the field, small kids were fascinated by an officer on a horse.

  He got it. Most little boys stared at him whenever he was in uniform. Many would eventually muster up the nerve to come over and talk to him whenever they had the chance. And all children loved horses, but put the two together and children were drawn to him and Ranger like moths to a flame. And to top it all off, his horse loved the attention.

  Sometimes on occasion, parents let their children get close enough to actually speak to him and touch Ranger. He was mindful of his actions, careful how he handled his mount. Over the past few days, he’d met so many interesting people. He enjoyed his job, and he hoped it showed, giving a lot of nods to the tourists he encountered, and he always returned a smile.

  For Cody, being in law enforcement meant he needed to uphold a certain standard. He had to always remain the constant professional.

  Cody held on to the reins and backed his horse Ranger into the shade. They were due a break, but he was just so pumped about the job he didn’t want to leave. He also didn’t want to push Ranger too hard. They were just getting to know one another.

  His phone vibrated in his pocket. The faint whistle sounded, and this time, he had to really fight the smile. Thank god no one heard that ringtone. He’d thought he had completely silenced his phone. Man, the hell he’d get if any of his team heard that.

  He shouldn’t have, but since Mitch had been on his mind twenty-four seven, he palmed his phone, keeping an eye on the crowd as he read the message.

  “Can you talk?” Mitch had asked. Instead of sending back a text and wasting the precious few minutes he had, Cody decided to call.

  “Shut the door on the way out!” That’s how Mitch answered the phone. “Hey.”

  “Is it a bad time? I figured you could talk,” Cody replied.

  “Nah, it’s fine. I’m waiting for Kreed to call back. What are you doing?”

  “Working, Ranger and I are taking a break. So I can’t talk long.” Ranger shifted his weight under Cody.

  “Are you outside? I hear…a lot of noise. Wind maybe?” Mitch asked.

  “Yes, I’m on Ranger and the capitol’s full of tourists today,” Cody answered.

  “You’re on your horse right now?” Mitch asked.

  “Yeah, I probably shouldn’t have called.”

  “No, you should have, that’s hot. Damn, the visuals that produces, cowboy.”

  Cody was silent to that.

  “Take a selfie,” Mitch urged.

  “I’m not taking a picture of myself on this horse,” Cody said.

  “Please take a picture. I wanna see you mounted and in your uniform,” Mitch insisted.

  “Mitch…” he started, but the guy cut him off.

  “I’m hanging up now so you can take the picture and text me,” he said, then hung up on Cody. A text came immediately in.

  “Hurry. Don’t overthink it. Just do it.” And Cody did. He opened the camera button on his phone, stuck his arm out, and clicked the picture. He’d never done anything like that while on the job. He didn’t let himself even consider the inappropriateness of his actions. The shot was awkward but showed him and part of the saddle and a bit of Ranger’s neck and dark mane. He swiped the photo and sent it to Mitch, before dropping the phone back in his shirt pocket.

  “I didn’t think you could be anymore sexy than when you were lying underneath me. You proved me wrong. Wear that when I see you next time.” Mitch’s text came back quickly.

  Cody felt the blush rising up on his cheeks at the same time his cock hardened. He tugged his trooper cowboy hat down farther on his head and adjusted himself in the saddle, neither helped. He nudged Ranger forward and forced his mind back on the job. Mitch Knox was exactly the distraction his sister had always warned him about, yet somehow he couldn’t find it in him to care. He welcomed the distraction if it meant keeping Mitch around.

  ~~~

  If Mitch sat there staring at that picture of Cody, he’d be left with a full-fledged hard-on and no way to relieve it while sitting in the middle of the FBI building, so he closed the picture and redirected his thoughts as he dialed Kreed again.

  “We finally got the break we needed. Your gut better be right on this one. I put down a hundred bucks in your favor. We have someone going in undercover starting Monday!” Mitch said before Kreed could even speak.

  “I gotta go home,” Kreed spoke quietly into the phone. Kreed was like a brother to him, and that tone he heard had him worried.

  “Hey, man, you can’t just open the van door like that.” Mitch heard someone say, then he heard the door slam shut.

  “What’s wrong?” Mitch asked. Whatever this was, it had to be bad.

  “My little brother was killed.” Mitch could hear the pain in Kreed’s voice as he tried to register those words.

  “What? I thought he was in San Antonio. Did he get deployed? What happened? I’m sorry, man.” Mitch sat straight up in his chair. His heart broke as the momentary shock wore off, and the reality settled in.

  “Thanks. No, my dad said it was a training exercise accident, some shit like that. He’d just moved back home with my parents. They said he decided to not re-enlist. He declined orders and was just waiting to get out. I didn’t even know that.”

  “Kreed, man. I’m so sorry.”

  “I gotta go home. They got the body released last night. I missed their call. Man, my mom’s a wreck.” Kreed’s voice broke as he spoke. Mitch could hear the sadness in his words. Maybe tears had started, but there would be no way Kreed would ever let him know.

  “I’m on my way. I’ll get you to the airport.” Mitch jumped up, searching for his keys.

  “No, I’m flagging a taxi now. I’m sorry I’m leaving the case like this,” Kreed apologized.

  “Don’t worry about that. Do
they have any funeral details?” Mitch leaned against the desk, not sure exactly what to do. He hated the helplessness.

  “I don’t know. I’ll text you when I know more,” Kreed said, and Mitch heard Kreed’s signature loud whistle. The one that would stop any moving taxi within a mile radius.

  “I’ll be there,” Mitch promised.

  “You don’t have to come. I need to get to Dulles International,” Kreed said, then Mitch could hear the taxi driver saying something.

  “I’ll get Ellen to get you a seat,” Mitch offered.

  “I just hung up with her. I gotta go, Mitch.” Kreed’s voice choked up. The best Mitch remembered, Kreed had only one sibling who was years younger than him. His parents were older. Mitch had met them one time for just a minute when they drove through Texas to Mexico.

  His heart broke a little more right then. He vowed to himself to be better to his family. What if this had been him? He hadn’t even met three nieces and nephews. He dropped his head in his hand before he rose. He needed to cover Kreed’s shifts and find someone to cover them both for the funeral. He’d be there for Kreed. He had to be.

  Chapter 38

  Cody ran uncharacteristically late and that stressed him out more than the man he rushed to pick up. The last few days had been hard. Cody knew Mitch was grieving at the same time he had been busting his ass, covering both his and Kreed’s workloads. Cody was hell-bent on being there for Mitch when he needed him this weekend. In honor of that thought, the least he could have done was arrive to the Austin-Bergstrom International Airport on time. But downtown Austin traffic had other ideas. The roads had been a snarled mess, something he didn’t factor into his time when he left this evening.

  Cody took a chance and pulled into the loading zone for arrivals. He was at least twenty minutes late, probably enough time to get out of baggage claim, if Mitch had even checked any luggage. Cody drove slowly through the lot, watching as he passed by the people standing outside. Mitch stood out like a beacon to him. He was somewhat alone, looking impressive and intimidating all at the same time. There were people on the sidewalk with him, but they all stayed back, which probably had something to do with the scowl he wore on his face.